I used to be certain.
Not just confident or comfortable, but certain in the way only a young person can be when handed a complete system and told it explains everything. I had been taught a theology that divided the world neatly into what was true and what was false. It came with answers for every question that mattered and, more importantly, it came with the assumption that those answers were final.
I didn’t question it. Why would I? It was what I had been given. It felt like truth because it felt like home.
When I listen to people argue about theology now, I often recognize something uncomfortably familiar. I hear the same tone of certainty I once had. I see people defending systems they didn’t build but have fully embraced. They assume their conclusions are objectively true and everything else is objectively wrong.
I understand that mindset because I once lived there.

At life’s end, who we’ve loved will matter more than what we’ve owned
Parent has to realize a child isn’t just miniature version of himself
News used to be important; now it’s well-dressed entertainment
I’m paralyzed by fear my choices won’t match needs of future wife
Sorry, Hillary: Research shows it doesn’t take a village to raise a kid
Insane incentives create insane results as kids are paid to attend classes
When socialists steal all your money, blame those who compromise today
If your own life is all messed up, lecture others about fixing theirs
Until I can have the family I need, I’ll spend my Thanksgiving alone